High on a stag the Goddess held her seat, and there were little hounds about her feet; below her feet there was a sickle moon, waxing it seemed, but would be waning soon. Her statue bore a mantle of bright green, her hand a bow with arrows cased and keen; her eyes were lowered, gazing as she rode down to where Pluto has his dark abode.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3420 | 2017-04-01 13:08:41 | 75.82 | 93% |
| 2886 | 2017-03-14 18:18:53 | 59.37 | 89% |
| 1718 | 2017-01-20 19:55:48 | 54.04 | 92% |
| 1364 | 2017-01-17 07:34:46 | 67.11 | 94% |
| 1127 | 2017-01-15 06:19:49 | 64.39 | 94% |
| 972 | 2017-01-08 23:42:06 | 51.28 | 85% |